She was standing at the head of an army her glory and power shining over her troops as the sun hit her glittering armor. She was on a mission with Sherlock Holmes, and her quicksilver mind was solving many mysteries. She was fighting side by side with A Jedi knight, her sabre never ceased to move. She stalked through the shadows, her arrows hissed through the air, and each found their target in the hearts of the enemy! And then…

Reality flooded her mind, the sun shined in her eyes, and she was one more insignificant human on the planet. The audible, discontented sigh sounded throughout the house, silent and wasted on humanity.

Anna wished that she could be once more sailing on the oceans of dreaming, maybe walking through Fangorn forest with some hobbits, or fighting alongside the high king Peter and together defeating the white witch. But that was not her lot in life, She was not destined to be great and glorious. She was not meant to live a life worthy of a saga.

Or was she? Our Heroine might just surprise herself.

Fourteen-year-old Anna was now sitting at her desk, still in her dressing gown. Anna's parents had left for the month, and so she intended to be as relaxed as possible.

Anna was intent on the bright computer screen. She laughed audibly as she read the "Will you press the button?" question. She spoke it aloud in a humorous voice.

'Own a real lightsaber - BUT - You will never be able to ride a horse.' Anna laughed. this was easy. She could live without riding.

She pressed the button and was surprised to see one fully green bar. This was very unusual. Usually, there would be some red, but this time it showed only that only one person had answered.

'And that must be me.' Anna said flatly.

In the rest of the week, our heroine would think no more of this moment, her humdrum life would go on just as it had for years and years. Her mind had shredded the memory of the strange question, assuming it was of no consequence to Anna's future.

But boy was her mind wrong.

A dreary Saturday finds our heroine reading, alone. Her imagination bloomed with each word she read. Anna was reading one of her favourite books over for the twenty-fifth time, it was "The Hound of the Baskerville's"

By now Anna was inside the story, living each sentence as her own life. She stood, starting to act out each moment.

'Perfectly sound!" said Holmes.

"And then again, there is the 'friends of the C.C.H.' I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return."

"Really, Watson, you excel yourself!' Anna read aloud in a fairly good impression of the two men. She was about to read again when she heard a noise. It was a small noise that ceased as soon as she had heard it.

There it was again!

A quiet knocking was coming from the back door, a consistent rap that sounded every few seconds. All senses alert and tensed, she poked her head out of her room so she could see the door. Just outside the screen door stood a hooded figure in a long brown cloak. The stranger was obviously hoping not to be noticed, for he kept looking around as if someone was watching.

'Anna.' The person hissed. he repeated this several times, then seemed to give up.

But instead of walking away, he did the most unusual thing.

He opened the door and walked through.

Anna had been sure she had locked the door. But even as she looked, she noticed that the lock had simply opened on its own accord, it was as if some invisible hand had turned a key.

the door closed behind the person, and he walked forward, turning his head around, so as to find the person he had been looking for. His head stopped when it reached the spot where Anna was hiding.

That was when She made two mistakes.

The first mistake was to quickly pull her head back behind the door. She didn't realise that any movement now would be seen instantly.

The second was to clamp her mouth shut. Anna felt a scream rising in her throat, and her hands flew to her mouth. The sound of her movement was easily heard, and it sounded throughout the house, echoing slightly.

Small beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she tried as hard as she could not to make any noise.

But it was all in vain. The stranger had heard the noise and seen the movement. Each echoing footstep seemed to take a lifetime.

Anna couldn't take any more.

In one swift movement, she grabbed her small metal water bottle that was at her feet, stepped out of the cover of the doorway, and swung a vicious roundhouse stroke at the place she knew the stranger would be.

The action caught the figure off guard. He dodged the move with surprising speed and agility, then took one swift step back. His movement had created an air current that pulled the shadowy cowl off his head.

For a few moments, Anna was stunned. She looked into the striking blue eyes of the other person, pinching herself so as to check whether she was really awake, or whether this was just another dream.

But it wasn't a dream. This was reality.

Anna was a part of many fandoms. She had written many fan fiction's and dreamed about alternate realities.

But this was far beyond any of her wildest fantasies.

For in front of her stood the very person she had dreamt of meeting. The very person she had she had watched on a screen many times over. The very person she aspired to be. The very person who made her want to live in an alternate universe, a person to fight beside, a person to trust.

A person that shouldn't have ever existed, except as someone's bright idea. But it seemed that the very universe that everyone had accepted as simply George Lucas's creation, was real.

This was no cosplayer, this was no actor, this was only one person and one person only.

It was Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

He held a small wooden box, barely the length of two rulers.

Anna recovered her voice and set her face in a bemused expression.

'But you're not supposed to exist! You are just a made-up character, right?'

'Made up character?'

'Yes! I have all the movies, all the games, everything. You were created by George Lucas!'

'No, I'm real enough. How exactly have you heard that we exist?'

'We didn't know you existed, we just assumed you were in a movie, no more.'

'Hmm.' Obi stroked his beard, then started on a new topic.

'Well, since I don't understand any of what you have just said, I may as well start on the subject of why I'm here. About a day ago, this box appeared in the Jedi council room,' He held up the box. On closer examination, Anna could see that it was made of bleached oak wood, with brass fastenings. The brass seemed to be old and weathered as if it had seen many ages on men. As she looked at it, it called to her as if it was hers, and always had been.

Obi placed the box on a nearby bench and opened it.

'There was a note that was on top, it said to bring it to a person called Anna Katarine and to train her as a Jedi. I don't know about this though, you seem a bit…' He hesitated. Anna knew enough about the Star Wars universe to know what the next few words would be.

'A bit… old, to start training.'

Anna smiled ruefully, walked over picked up the batter box and opened it. Sitting on the top of a pile of brown and beige fabric, was the shining silver hilt of a Lightsaber.